Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(37)

“Pull out and cover me,” Emily said.

She couldn’t believe what she was saying. The whiskey rolling through her veins made her feel wild. Looking at Gaige’s sexy face and then his perfect cock turned her on even more.

Gaige stroked himself once and then pressed his thickness to her body. With a grunt and a thrust, he was inside Emily. Losing her breath for a moment, Emily managed a couple weak whimpers before her breath came back and she cried out.

When she felt Gaige’s hands come down against her ass hard, the pain was sent through her body, mixing with the pleasure. Gaige gripped her hips tight and started to pump at her. The deep and thorough thrusts brought Emily to orgasm within seconds. As she squeezed and pulled at Gaige, he groaned.

“Fuck, beautiful, you’re going to make come already,” Gaige said.

“Then do it,” Emily said.

She thrust herself back at Gaige. The sex became hotter, faster, and harder. The sound of Gaige’s body colliding with her was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey shots. Each time Gaige came forward Emily had no choice but to scream. The pleasure was just too much to let go to waste.

Emily had her head down, her eyes shut, taking Gaige over and over. The whiskey had her drunk and Gaige f*cking her made her feel high. As Gaige sped up even more, she felt him thickening, ready to explode.

Gaige groaned and suddenly pulled himself from Emily’s body. Gaige’s cock began to spill all over her. She felt the warm thickness spread across her ass as tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Gaige continued to groan as he stroked himself, releasing more and more of himself onto her body.

“Oh, f*ck,” Gaige finally said with an exhaled. “That was f*cking great.”

Emily nodded. She sucked in air and knew it was a dead giveaway that she was crying.

“Look at me, beautiful,” Gaige said.

Emily shook her head.

Gaige reached for Emily’s shoulders and pulled her up. Emily felt Gaige’s warm release run down her ass. It tickled yet felt good at the same time. Gaige turned her around and looked shocked.

“You’re crying,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Emily whispered.

He tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up. He then rushed for a towel and gave it to Emily to clean herself up with. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as she wiped Gaige’s orgasm off her ass. It was extremely awkward, but Emily couldn’t control it. Gaige stood with his arms folded, watching Emily lift her jeans over her bare ass since he destroyed her panties.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just everything got to me at once,” Emily said. “The whiskey. The thoughts. You inside me.”

“Fuck, you are an emotional drunk, beautiful,” Gaige said. He gently touched Emily’s waist and pulled her close. “I don’t know what to say right now. This is because of that shooting.”

“It’s everything,” Emily said. “I saw two people die… one of them my best friend. Her father is going to hurt you, probably me too. And then Max…”

“No, this is bullshit,” Gaige said. He held Emily out by her shoulders. “This is f*cking bullshit. Nobody is going to make you live in fear.”

“Too late,” Emily said as she forced a tearful laugh of disgust. “I can’t stop thinking or seeing or…”

Gaige put a hand to Emily’s mouth and he growled. He slowly slid his thumb along her lips. Emily saw the intensity in his eyes. She had started to cross a delicate line, challenging Gaige’s ability to protect her.

“If you don’t f*cking trust me, then you need to go. I’ll have Blaine take you home and I’ll keep someone near you. But I’m not going to listen to this. I’m sorry for what happened today but that’s our business. People want to hurt us, kill us, all because of who we are. We f*cking deal with it. Same goes for you, if you’re going to be here with us.”

Emily nodded. “I’m so sorry… I ruined this… with us…”

Emily’s head was still spinning. Her body tingled with a pleasure filled warmth, thanks to Gaige, yet her mind kept finding ways to ruin it.

Gaige finally pulled Emily close and held her tight. She continued to cry, unable to control herself. This was going to take time, whether she had it or not, that didn’t matter.

When Gaige released his hold on Emily, he sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hands to his face and took a deep breath.

“I wish I could tell you it gets easier with each bullet. Each death. But it doesn’t. I’m swinging fists to stay alive. It’s not about looking cool and having fun. This is what I have to offer the world.” Gaige sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I lost the care to cry a long time ago, so I’m sorry if I can’t sympathize with you, Emily, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. Because I do. Fucking hell, beautiful, I care about you. You have the comfort of my bed and my arms. My two wheels to take us away when we need to ride. It’s my world and I want you in it. But you have to fully trust me and you have to trust the club. There’s going to be bullets and blood, Emily, I can’t control that.”

Emily wiped her eyes and slowly sat down next to Gaige. The seriousness of the conversation didn’t make Emily feel any more sober. If anything, though, it her Emily feel closer to him. Falling for him meant falling hard and fast. Falling for him meant pain.